and Wishes, ride Horses

 

 

 

On The Pillow,  of Hope

(  Silence,  rests  )

 

  

 

*

so

alone,

lying in

a corner of

Your Heart,  a

Vale,  of Sorrow,

where An Echo lives,

of Your Longing,  Wishes,

and Sighs . . . She hears Them,

as They wander,  EverMore,  within

Her Dream,  as They weave within Her

Portrait of Light,  a Bell of Midnight Skies,

so cry,  My Angel,  for Your Tears are not

in vain,  They are Diamonds,  reflected

in Heaven,  Stars,  dancing in a

        Mother’s Eyes . . .

 

 

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Symphony of Moments

 

 

 

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